'Twas the night before Christmas in Texas, you know, Way out on the prairie, without any snow.
Asleep in their cabin were Buddy and Sue, A'dreamin' of Christmas, like me and you.
Not stockings, but boots at the foot of their bed, For this was in Texas, what more need be said.
When all of a sudden from out the still night, There came such a ruckus it gave me a fright.
And I saw 'cross the prairie like a shot from a gun, A loaded up buckboard come out at a run.
The driver was geein' and hawin' with will, And horses, not reindeer, he drove with such skill.
C'mon, Buck and Poncho, and Prince to the right, There'll be plenty travelin' for you all tonight.
The driver, in Levis and a shirt that was red, Had a 10-gallon Stetson on top of his head.
As he stepped from his buckboard he was really a sight, A beard and a moustache so curly and white.
As he burst in the cabin, the children awoke, And were both so astonished that neither one spoke.
And he filled up their boots with such presents galore That neither could think of a single thing more.
When Buddy recovered the use of his jaws, He asked in a whisper, 'Are you Santa Claus?'
'Am I the real Santa? Well, what do you think?' And he smiled as he gave a mysterious wink.
Then he leaped in the buckboard and said in his drawl, 'To the children of Texas, Merry Christmas, you all!'